I'm speaking figuratively, of course.
Like the last time that I committed suicide,
Social suicide.
Yeah so I'm already dead, on the inside,
But I can still pretend.
With my memories and photographs,
I've learned to love the lie.

Everyone's talking about the girl that love forgot.

Sometimes all you can so is smile and walk away hide your tears and pretend its ok

You may be deceived if you trust too much,
but you will live in torment if you don't trust enough.

&& i ((NEVER)) changed.
i just started showing the ::real.me::

I always think that i dont care what people ay about me but if it was true i wouldnt have these countless scars left on my body

Bite your lip Swallow your pride How long has it been since you felt alive

I hate my insecurity
I hate how i choose to be
I hate the pointless tears i cry
But most of all, i hate being me

Never make someone a priority, whgen they only make u an option.

Sometimes people put up walls .not to keep people out but to see who cares enough to tear them down.